Driven (12 page)

“So gorgeous,” he growled as he gripped her shoulder then tipped her forward until he could surround the tip of one mound with his lips. He flicked his tongue across the puckered surface of her nipple, causing a moan to escape from her parted mouth.

While he drove her insane with his sensual assault, she loosened the strings at her hips then peeled the scrap of her bathing suit from between her legs. The crotch of the fabric glistened in the sunlight, drenched with her arousal.

“You smell delicious.” He shimmied lower, his hands bracing her waist until she hovered over his face. “Come to me. Let me taste you.”

Her spine arched—hands bracing behind her on his raised knees—when his talented tongue traced the furrows of her pussy. He sipped the slick honey from her with aching delicateness that had her heart blossoming in her chest.

Tender swipes of his lips on her clit primed her for something deeper, stronger. She squirmed in his hold, dragging the soaked folds of her pussy over his chin when her instincts took control. Her hands fisted in the material of his shorts in a weak attempt at divesting him of the damn things before she came without him.

A frustrated whimper clued him in to her plight. He rolled, tugging her to the sand next to him. In two seconds flat, he’d lifted his hips and slid the shorts off, kicking them to the side. He cuddled her into his arms so they lay on their right sides, her back plastered to his chest.

The thick length of his hard-on pressed between her legs, stroking her soaked slit. Sebastian buried one arm in the sand beneath her then draped the other over her waist, giving him complete access to touch her breasts, her belly and her clit. She tilted her head to the left, meeting his seeking lips for another scorching kiss.

He rocked into her in time to his tongue, thrusting against the palate of her mouth. The plump head of his cock stroked her pussy, nudging her closer and closer to ecstasy.

“I want you inside me.” She gasped when he angled his hips, probing a bit deeper on the next pass. “Please, Bastian.”

He reached around her hip, using two fingers on the underside of his cock to feed it into her waiting clutches. The initial penetration left her trembling. The sweet pressure of him working inside her drove her mad with desire.

When he wedged in the swollen depths of her channel, he slid his hand from his cock to the inside of her knee. He lifted her leg, spreading her until she feared she might split open from the decadent force of his invasion.

“So tight,” he groaned near her ear. “
Molto dolce.
”

The flex and release of his toned abdomen stroked his shaft over her sensitive flesh. Slow, deep and controlled, he massaged her from within. Curls of flame licked her abdomen, making it difficult to breathe without calling out her satisfaction. When the fingers of his spread hand strayed from her belly to circle her clit, she cried his name over and over.

The dual sensations primed her body while his affectionate ministrations had her heart clenching in her chest. As they strained together, his cock flared inside her. The defined ridges of his veins teased her inflamed nerve endings. She panted, trying to smother the urge to shatter. She didn’t want their passion to end so soon.

But resistance didn’t get her far. The harder she fought, the more he focused. He tapped the bump of her clit in time to his thrusts. She stiffened, her pussy clamping on his shaft. She screamed as she came apart in his arms, trusting him to drive her orgasm.

Through the hurricane of desire, he maintained his pace, gritting his teeth above her. When she could process thought beyond the overwhelming ecstasy drowning her, she sighed. He hadn’t come with her. Without his pleasure, hers seemed pale and incomplete.

Lynn rolled to her stomach, offering herself for his use. She wanted nothing more than to provide him the means for satisfaction, for half the joy he’d gifted her. She spread her legs then raised her hips, her face pillowed in the sand.

Sebastian couldn’t refuse her offer. He pumped into her from behind, driving her into the warm earth. She absorbed his powerful thrusts. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned one wrist to either side of her head.

All vestiges of his gentleness vanished as he staked his claim. She welcomed him, rocking back to meet his thrusts. His chin landed on her shoulder when he dropped lower, covering her back. Without thinking, she angled her head, exposing her neck. He shouted something in Italian then fit deeper within her.

A sense of power washed over her. She could give this to her man and, in doing so, set them both free. The knowledge fanned the embers of her passion, renewing the spasms of her pussy around him in an endless orgasm.

Bastian attacked the vulnerable skin without hesitation. His teeth sank into the crook of her neck and shoulder as he pummeled her. A roar of primal completion echoed around them as he claimed her. The hot splash of his cum pouring deep inside her followed.

Instead of panic, a sense of rightness descended over Lynn. She allowed herself simply to react to the magic their coupling generated. The rush of her climax peaked as the last of Sebastian’s seed jetted inside her womb.

Together they collapsed onto the beach, too exhausted to sort through what had happened. She closed her eyes as she snuggled into his chest, content to drift off for a few minutes before dealing with reality.

When Lynn jostled awake, she found herself cradled in Sebastian’s lap in the shade of the rock outcropping. He’d gathered her sarong and used it to cover most of her skin.

“Sorry,
tesoro
.” He beamed down at her. “I was afraid you’d burn. You’re so…white.”

She laughed. “I know. I can’t tan at all. I go from pink to red.”

“You’re gorgeous the way you are.”

Their gazes met and held for a solid thirty seconds. Then they both spoke at once. “Where—”

“What—”

Sebastian gestured for her to finish but she shook her head. “No, go ahead. What were you going to say?”

He took a deep breath then nodded before asking, “Where will you be next Monday? My races end on Sunday. I have a two-week hiatus after that.”

“Florence, I think. It depends…on how my research goes. I could try—”

He cut her off with a finger on her lips before she could offer a compromise she might come to regret. “Do what you have to do. I’ll always find you. Wherever you are is where I want to go…if I’m welcome there.”

Tears blurred his perfect, if sand-covered, features. Could it be possible?

“And if someday you decide you want to come with me—see the world and do your research from my circuit stops, I’d be honored.”

“Can we take things one step at a time?” If she thought that far ahead, she’d get too scared of losing everything and she’d screw it all up.

“Absolutely. Let me begin the journey with you and it’ll all work out,
amore mio
.”

“Promise?”

“I do.”

“Then we’d better go tell your mother the good news.” Lynn tied her bikini before waiting for him to tug on his shorts. His grin lit up his entire face as he scrambled to his feet.

She tore up the beach toward the sanctuary of his house, Sebastian two steps behind. Not a shred of doubt remained that he’d follow. When they reached the wooden stairs, her sole caught a jagged edge. Without checking over her shoulder, she flung herself backward before it could splinter her foot. Arms open, she let Bastian catch her in his strong embrace.

“Careful,
tesoro
.” He whirled her around in the fresh sea breeze before setting her on her own once he made sure she could stand steady.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared into his determined expression. Though it seemed ridiculous, she knew he’d be there to catch her if she needed him but would always set her free when she craved her independence.

She swore to do the same for him, supporting his career and their relationship in whatever shape it took on. The forces of nature that had driven them together would permit nothing less.